Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

From Four Till Seven

Like in a mirror, there's shade in the heartI'm bored alone - and with men…Slowly drags the light of the dayFrom four till seven!Everybody is cruel in the dusk,Don't go to people - they'll lie.Fingers have wound into a knotThe kerchief. I want to cry.Only don't torture me so,If you hurt me I'll forgive!From four till seven o'clockI endlessly grieve.